Tuesday, July 19, 2016

Quarter House Rules

Quarter House Rules

- The arrival -

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From
the beginning of Quarter House every young woman's mode of transportation to
the quiet college town of Heritage
has been by train. There was nothing
fancy or ornate about the station either.
It was simply a place to embark or exit a train car. That was no different for LeAnne who was
accompanied by her mother and father and to her seemed boring to say the least. She was unique like every individual but very
similar to other young women her age.
She would be attending college to discover what she could do in
life. And she would be staying at
Quarter House to become more than she dreamed she could be.

Up
to that day her affluent parents indulged her like most who have a single
child. But those days would soon end and
LeAnne would come to learn quickly that for every privilege there was a price. For years she believed her education was in
the private schools she had been attending through the years. It wouldn't take long for her to discover
those years were simply the A,B,C's of life and now she would be learning how
those letters come together to form words she never knew existed.

The
train pulled up slowly to the station and it was then LeAnne discovered she
would be leaving the train by herself.
Her parents made the ride with her so they would have time to spend
together before her new adventure in life would begin. Armed with only her two pieces luggage she
stood there holding them as the train began picking up speed to head to the
next destination.

It
was then she realized she didn't quit know where she was. All this time they had been talking and
laughing about old times while she hadn't really paid attention to where they
were heading. A deep sense of loneliness
came upon her as though she was lost without a map in life or one to get her to
Quarter House. The first thing she
thought of was to find her phone and call her parents but her phone was missing
and, to her, so was her connection to the world. As she walked inside the small station the floors
creaked with every step. It was then the
station attendant noticed that someone had gotten off the train and gave a warm
and welcome greeting. After casual
introductions were exchanged LeAnne explained she was needing directions to The
Quarter House and wanted to know how far away it was from the station. Just as she finished her questions the floor
to the station creaked again and a man's voice filled the room to announce he
would be taking her to Quarter House.

She
had no sooner turned around and the driver was reaching out to take her
luggage. She looked behind her at the
station attendant's expression to clarify whether he was indeed the driver for
Quarter House and he gave a simple wave with his hand that he was. The driver would have approached her sooner
but the fact she was wearing blue jeans, a black sweater and hiking boots
through him off from thinking she would be an occupant. She appeared more like staff for the stable.

He
opened the back door of the car and as LeAnne got in he put her luggage in the
trunk. Little did she know that his
opening and closing her door would be one of the last things done for her by
someone else.

It
took little time before they were driving off the main road onto the private
road leading to Quarter House. In fact,
it was a longer drive on the private road to the house than it was from the
station to the private road. Along the
way she watched riders galloping their horses in the distance while other
horses close to the road were grazing.
There were trees everywhere she looked.
In a few she spotted tree houses and hanging from other trees were
swings with long ropes tied off on very high branches. Reaching the end of the long road was a
beautiful gazebo that the driver pointed out he helped build.

LeAnne began to realize that she didn't expect Quarter House to be located in such a place. She had envisioned something totally different and now she couldn't imagine anything else. Horses! She loved to ride horses. She had never been on a swing that was tied onto a tree branch either.

The
car slowly pulled up to the front of the house and stopped. The driver, walking past LeAnne's door, went
to the trunk, pulled out her luggage and left it directly behind the car. She thought nothing of it and opened the door
herself and got out. Without saying a
word the driver tipped his hat as he walked by her to get in the car and then
door around to the back of the house. It
had always been that way. When young
women first rode up in a horse and buggy the driver did the same back
then. The purpose was to observe their
reaction and subsequent behavior. Would
they take it upon themselves to pick up their luggage and take it to the front
porch of the house? Or would they stand
there expecting someone to come along and do it for them? Most of the time, like LeAnne did, they would
stand there and gaze at the house not realizing for a second what tales each
room could tell. LeAnne didn't know, as
the others before her and those who would arrive after her, that up on the
second floor, behind a window was the Administrator looking down at her. His role in her life would be an experience
she could have never have imagined, dreamed for and dreaded.

After
a few minutes of taking it all in LeAnne was ready to walk to her luggage, pick
them up and walk up the few steps to the entrance. But before getting to the first step the door
opened and Ms. Bell, the Quarter House Governess, stepped out into the entryway
and asked, "You are LeAnne?"

"Hello,
yes I'm LeAnne." She replied.

"Very
good then. I am Ms, Bell and I'm the Governess of Quarter House
and,..."

"Pleased
to me you." LeAnne said as she interrupted Ms. Bell.

"Did
you just rudely interrupt me while I was talking? No, I know you didn't. Did you?" She commented in a very stern tone of voice.

"I'm
sorry I did. I'm just a bit excited
about all this. And anxious too I
suppose." LeAnne explained.